A very angry vigilante busted through one of the asylum's many doors, knocking it to the floor. He could have just opened the door, but waking up in this strange place put him in a very unpleasant mood. Shaking splinters off of his coat, he made his way down a large hallway looking for signs of other people.

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He hadn't expected to wake up at all, much less in a place he couldn't recognize. The bottom of Muraki's shirt was torn and bloody where he'd been stabbed, but miraculously, he had no burns and the wound under it seemed healed.

After another moment of confusion, he stepped into the hallway and looked around. Was he in some sort of hospital?

"Oh great. Now I'm really alone," was Hallelujah's first mutter of irritation. Now he knew exactly how Allelujah must have felt, not that he could do anything about it.

The Meister, or aspect of a Meister, just leaned against a nearby wall, arms crossed as he listened to the silence, gold eye narrowed slightly.